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Same blog name, new blog address: <a href="http://cupcakeonbooks.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">cupcake's book cupboard</a>.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-32754793037544688852013-10-09T22:16:00.002-04:002013-10-10T07:10:33.137-04:00Blog Tour: Consume MeFaithful readers, if you have learned anything about me from reading this blog, you know that I enjoy reading novels that feature some hot headboard rockin'. The more the merrier, in fact.<br />
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So imagine my glee over <i>Consume Me</i> by Paige Matthews! Check it out!<br />
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The blurb: <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Emma O'Connor's interest in bondage and
submission has led her to the training program at Devoured. With past sexual
experiences less than par, Emma wants nothing more than to submit to a Master.
With her need for pleasure and her desire to please, Emma finds herself
exploring the desires that have remained subdued; although unsure if she could
make a good submissive.</span></div>
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training program at Devoured, is more than interested in the feisty submissive. When
Emma walks in for her interview, Marcus knows he's met his match. Consumed by
nothing but thoughts of her, Marcus begins to doubt his ability to stay in
control and his previous stance on collaring a submissive. Marcus finds himself
unsure of his feelings for Emma, and his responsibility to the other trainees.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">When a threat surfaces against Emma and
her past comes back to haunt her, Marcus must admit his feelings for her in
order to protect her, or risk losing her forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Join Marcus, Emma, and the rest of the
Devoured Club Doms and Subs in the second installment of the Devoured Club
Series.</span></div>
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“Yes, sir, I am ready.” My voice
was full of need and desire. I felt the wetness drip down my legs as the
thoughts running through my head mixed <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8567293967296666791" name="_GoBack"></a>with the musky
smell of my arousal. I heard Marcus walk toward what I believed was the bed. </div>
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When he returned, I felt the energy
surging between us. Marcus began to run the thick leather fingers of a flogger
over my ass and back; lightly caressing my skin and the insides of my thighs. A
shudder went through me as he pulled the flogger across my pussy. My body was on
edge, and I could feel every nerve end jump under my skin as the flogger ran
across it.</div>
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Marcus started to tease me, changing
the intensity of his motions; caressing strokes to lighter strikes. My mind was
slipping further and further into the euphoric space of the submissive.</div>
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“Sub, tell me why you hesitated
earlier in the lounge?” His voice broke through the buzz of the room. Marcus
ran his hands over my breasts, rolling them through his fingers, pinching my
nipples, the pain radiating out and down through my body, causing my pussy to
clench at his touch.</div>
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“Sir…I...um…” My voice broke as he
landed a light strike against my thigh. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How
the hell did he expect me to think when he was making my body feel so good?</i></div>
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“I’m waiting, pet. Answer me.” His
voice full of demand; the flogger landing more forcefully on my ass.</div>
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“Sir…Public nudity brought back a
bad memory, sir. I’m sorry. I won’t hesitate again.” My voice was shaky at
best. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Please, please don’t ask more. </i>The
speed and rhythm of the strikes picked up, landing on my ass, back and thighs, sending
my body and mind back into that wonderful space. Marcus paused, and I dropped my
head on to his shoulder. </div>
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His fingers ran over my pussy,
finding the moisture that was still dripping down my leg. A shiver ran down my
spine. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oh God, please, please, please can
I come?</i></div>
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“We will talk about that in more
detail later, but one more question before I allow you to come.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">THANK GOD</i>.</div>
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“Yes, sir?”</div>
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“What are you doing here, Marcus?” I asked as I made
my way around him to go and lock the door.</div>
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“I wanted to see you, Emma. Nothing wrong with that,
either.” His hand caught my abdomen as I tried to maneuver my way back around
him, pulling my back tight to his chest. “You smell good.”</div>
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I tried to pull away, but his arms held me tight. “I
smell like frosting, pastry and cake batter. But, hey, whatever floats your
boat.” I shrugged my shoulders as he let me go. I headed to the work <br />
table to
put away the fondant pieces.</div>
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Marcus had stopped in the door way, and was now
leaning against it. The man was hot, and even though I tried hard to not let my
libido be affected by him, I failed. Miserably. His dark hair currently hung
down over his forehead into his eye, as he watched me place the fondant pieces
onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. “Want help?” he offered
standing straight and walking toward the counter. </div>
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“It would go faster. Soooo…” I let the word linger in
the air. “Again, why are you here?”</div>
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“Well,” he started as he washed his hands and took
another cookie sheet from my pile, then looked around for the parchment paper.
“I wanted to see you. See if you maybe wanted to grab some food.” He looked up
at me, and I handed him the roll of parchment and continued placing my pieces
onto my sheet. </div>
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“I already ate, but thanks anyway.” I finished
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“Why are you being so cold tonight?” I heard him ask
as I entered the refrigerator. I paused before answering. <i>Why was I being a
bitch? It wasn’t like we weren’t talking.</i></div>
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“I guess I just can’t read you, Marcus. One minute
it’s ‘I want to be professional’ and the next minute, you’re texting me all the
time, and showing up. It’s confusing, that’s all. And, to top it off, you
haven’t told me much about you.” I returned to the metal workstation and pulled
another cookie sheet. There were about three hundred fondant pieces that needed
to be put away. As I grabbed the</div>
parchment paper, I turned, and walked into
Marcus’s rock hard chest. I hadn’t even heard him move to me.<br />
“There’s nothing to be confused about, Emma. I enjoy your
company, and I want to see you outside of the club.” His hands encircled my
waist and pulled me tight to him. His fingers grazed my chin and tilted my head
up to look at him. “As for me, ask away. Anything you want to know, I will tell
you. But first…” His eyes bore into mine, and I felt the familiar buzz of
electricity hum between us.</div>
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Marcus placed me in the middle of the king sized bed.
He moved back and swept his eyes up and down my body. My skin felt like it was
on fire, every nerve ending was alert and ready for his touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I watched him as he shut his eyes and
try to regain control. </div>
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“Sir?” I asked with anticipation. I was hoping that
he would continue. I was as wet as a cat in the rain but happier than one. I
wanted him bad. Part of me knew that I shouldn’t let myself get too close – that
had ended badly once before – but there was something about him that drew me
right into the line of fire. </div>
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“Emma, you don’t know what you do to me.” His voice
was rough and his body was stiff. He got off the bed and walked over to the
armoire on the other side of the room. When he turned around, I saw that he had
a blindfold with him. </div>
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My pussy clenched in excitement. I enjoy being
blindfolded, and the idea of my other senses being heightened made my orgasms
that much stronger, well, at least the couple of times that I had agreed to it.
I watched as Marcus walked back over to the side of the bed. </div>
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“I’m going to blindfold you, okay?” </div>
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“Yes, sir.” I nodded and sat up so that he could
easily secure it around my eyes. </div>
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His hands brushed my hair out of my face and tied the
material tightly so that it would not fall down. His fingers lightly grazed
down the sides of my neck and over my shoulders before caressing the base of my
neck and the tops of my breasts. A shiver ran through me under his light and
seductive touch. It was enough to tease my skin but not hard enough to fully
acknowledge the motion. </div>
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Oh, HELLO. He had me at flogger. For reals. </div>
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cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-29993111414162983782013-10-08T23:30:00.000-04:002013-10-09T16:27:01.253-04:00Blog Tour: Stripped<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For about a year, I waitressed at a restaurant next door to a strip club. The girls would come in after their shifts, enjoy some cocktails and dinner, and always tipped well. They were hard working and determined to make the money they could in a job that had a definite time clock attached. I realized that my preconceived notions about what kind of women stripped for a living were wrong.<br />
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But then one day, she meets Chris Reneau. Or Dr. Chris Reneau, as the case may be. He's every bit as pragmatic as she is, obsessively so, in fact. He has a lock around his heart and has thrown away the key. There is something about Abby, though, that takes a set of pliers to that lock. Before he realizes it, he's falling for her. Abby, ever in protective mode, resists. She has her brother and sisters to look after. She doesn't have time for romance.<br />
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This is a fun book with a good amount of romance, including a few scenes of hot headboard rockin'. While not terribly explicit, those scenes are steamy enough for those of you who like a little erotica mixed in with your book reading. Abby is lovely, if not occasionally frustrating. Fortunately, Chris has a friend who is a psychiatrist, and that character helps give us insight into why Abby (and Chris, for that matter) behaves as she does.<br />
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If nothing else, you will read this and find yourself sympathizing with strippers. Sometimes they really do have a heart of gold.<br />
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<b>YA Bound Book Tours is organizing a Book Tour for: <i>Stripped</i> by Brenda Rothert. This tour will run from October 7th to October 12th. See the full blog tour schedule <a href="http://yaboundbooktours.blogspot.com/2013/08/blog-tour-sign-up-stripped-by-brenda.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Accelerated</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Bronwen Hruska</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Pegasus</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">288 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>literature</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to edelweiss for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4.5 / 5</span><br />
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I am a public school kid all the way. Public elementary, junior high, high school, college, and graduate school. In-state tuition! Holla!!!<br />
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I even teach at a public school. So private school is something of a a foreign entity to me. I hear the stories of elitism, parents who buy their kids out of trouble and into swanky private universities, spoiled brats who aren't as smart as they think they are. But how much of that is clouded by public school jealousy over private school perks?<br />
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This novel doesn't so much address the discrepancy as it does pry off the lid of what makes private schools successful. For the students in ultra private (and expensive, at over $50,000 a year) Bradley, success comes by way of medication.<br />
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Sean somewhat reluctantly sends his third grade son Toby to the school. Not that Sean foots the bill; that joy falls to his wealthy in-laws, who regularly extol the virtues of being a Bradley grad. Sean and Toby live alone in their rent controlled New York apartment, Sean's wife Ellie having decamped in a fit of depression. When Bradley's administrators suggest - which is a kind way of putting it - that Toby get evaluated for possible medication to solve a phantom ADD problem, Sean resists. But there is a hint of a threat: if Toby doesn't get on Ritalin, he might be kicked out of Bradley.<br />
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There are several stories going on here, and all of them are interesting and fun to read. There is the medication thread, complete with $350 a session psychiatrists, and there is the maternal abandonment by Ellie. We also have Nicole, Sean's sister, whose child is ensconced in a New York public school. Nicole is adamant that private schools produce snobs, but would she put her daughter in one if she had the chance? Nicole's observations and sentiments help balance out the private <i>versus </i>public debate, as do those of Toby's tutor. There also is a romance brewing between Sean and another character.<br />
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You certainly know where Bronwen Hruska comes down on public <i>v. </i>private. She leaves no ambiguity whatsoever regarding her opinion, but by the time you finish the book, you will agree with her. Despite the clarity of her sentiments, she does try to show you both sides of the issue. She addresses the bonuses of private school and the risks of public.<br />
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Sean is as likable a character as I've encountered in a while. He's hapless at times, but he's a good father and a good man. That he delves into self-loathing is understandable, just as we understand his frustration with Bradley and with his ex-wife. We want his romance to work out for him because he's a decent man trying to do his best for his son.<br />
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This is a fun, interesting book. Enjoy.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-68833529476453496712013-09-28T14:34:00.003-04:002013-09-28T14:34:53.358-04:00(Never) Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Never) Again</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Theresa Paolo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Penguin Group</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">209 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>young adult</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3.5 / 5</span><br />
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We've all been there. That teenage first love, the one you obsess over during class and race to meet in the halls. The one who makes high school more bearable.<br />
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The one who breaks your heart.<br />
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The one who finds a way to show up, just as you have put yourself back together.<br />
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Liz is just that girl. She's a freshman in college, and she rejoices over having gotten over the loss of her first love. Zach left her, moving to a different state, and, worse, he stopped calling. Just like that. She has a new boyfriend, a best friend who is on her side, and a family who loves her. Who needs Zach?<br />
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Well, she gets the answer to that when he shows up on her college campus.<br />
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This is predictable YA lit, but fun predictable. Liz is a fairly faithful rendering of a college freshman who wants to think she has her life together, but who is only fooling herself. We know she's settling for the current boyfriend, and we know where her heart lies. But Zach crushed her, and surely he can't expect to show back up as if nothing happened, right?<br />
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Zach is more than a one dimensional YA love interest. He has his own struggles, although we never quite come to understand why he behaved as he did. His apparent dumping of Liz is only tacitly explained, and doesn't make much sense once we get to know him. Still, though, we do understand why he still cares for Liz, and we also understand his frustration.<br />
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The overwrought crisis that pulls the two together is almost comically hyperbolic, but by that point, you just want Liz to realize what the rest of us have known for 200 pages: she belongs with Zach, and he's there, waiting for her.<br />
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As an unrepentant lover of YA novels, I did enjoy this one. Yes, it's predictable, but it's fun. And Zach is super cute.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-46386492984462423692013-09-28T14:14:00.001-04:002013-09-28T14:14:36.478-04:00Leaving Haven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Leaving Haven</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Kathleen McCleary</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by William Morrow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">352 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>women's fiction</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to edelweiss for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">5 / 5</span><br />
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Oh, faithful readers. I really liked this book, and I'm still a bit annoyed that it ended.<br />
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The titular Haven in question is a newborn infant whose parentage is somewhat convoluted. His forty-year-old gestational carrier is Georgia, who has a teenage daughter with her chef husband John. Georgia and John always wanted more children, but years of lost pregnancies and failed in vitro procedures left her ready to forsake another attempt. Ready, but not quite willing. When Georgia muses out loud to best friend Alice about getting a donor egg from Georgia's younger sister, Alice volunteers. She and her husband Duncan have a daughter the same age as Georgia and John's, and the two women are best friends. Why not donate an egg?<br />
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If only it were that simple.<br />
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Just a couple of months before giving birth, Georgia discovers catastrophic news that careens her marriage, her friendship, and potentially her pregnancy into an abyss of agony and uncertainty.<br />
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Told from the perspectives of both Georgia and Alice, we get to know the two women and their families. We empathize with Georgia's lost pregnancies and her frustration and grief over not getting pregnant a second time. We hurt with her, just as we both adore and are vexed by her two sisters. We feel her love and passion for her husband, even if he may not be all that he appears. When Georgia suspects him of being unfaithful with a cook at his restaurant, we hold our breath, hoping it isn't true. Georgia deserves better than a husband who is not fully devoted to her.<br />
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Alice, too, has a husband whom we suspect is not as good as she deserves. Duncan is focused on his job, almost to the exclusivity of his family. He is a creature of habit, steady and predictable. After a decade and a half of marriage, we feel Alice's restlessness, even if she is desperate to create the stability she lacked as a child. Duncan is a good man, but he's boring. And he lacks passionate interest in his wife. We don't suspect his fidelity to her, but there are different sorts of fidelity, aren't there? Is emotional infidelity any better than sexual?<br />
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When the breach occurs between Alice and Georgia, Kathleen McCleary expertly steers us down the middle. She does not choose side and she demands that we do not either. Each woman has a reason for her actions, and rather than align ourselves with one over the other, we instead should hope that they reclaim their friendship. Even more than their marriages, their relationship with each other is the true emotional source for this novel. One of my favorite passages is when Georgia acknowledges that the loss of her friendship with Alice hurts more than any failings in her marriage.<br />
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At first, though, I thought the ending of the book pointed to McCleary picking a side. But after I thought about it, I realized that she really didn't. She ended it as it needs to end, even though I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the characters.<br />
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There are moments of humor sprinkled throughout, which is excellent planning by McCleary. Things get emotionally fraught, so having those light-hearted episodes grounds us in how real this situation is. Even Georgia's sisters, who could have been stock characters, are realistically drawn. We understand their jealousies and sympathies.<br />
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Is this a perfect book? No. Some of the character motivations do not ring true, and one of the husbands is so mysterious that his behavior is unaccounted for. That made me question him more, which is not the direction the story should take. Our attention must be focused squarely on Georgia and Alice. One of the subplots, involving Georgia and Alice's daughters, is meant to parallel their mothers' relationship, replete with betrayals and emotional pain. The denouement of their relationship makes us wonder if the same will happen between Georgia and Alice.<br />
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Read this one, then come back and discuss it with me in the comments. Did you take a side? Whose?cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-79293634977089061422013-09-28T12:30:00.001-04:002013-09-28T12:30:13.280-04:00The Accidental Call Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The Accidental Call Girl</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Portia Da Costa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Virgin Digital</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">320 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>erotica</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 / 5</span><br />
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Say you're in a hotel bar one night, trying to relax a little and perhaps escape a dull party. An attractive man spots you, buys you a drink, and then invites you up to his room. Before you can assume it's a generic pick-up, he mentions payment. You realize that he thinks you are an escort. What do you do?<br />
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Lizzie decides to toss aside her otherwise fairly staid and predictable life and head upstairs with the delectably gorgeous John Smith. She figures a night of hot headboard rocking sounds pretty darn fabulous, so off they go. John reveals that he occasionally enjoys spicing up his sexy times with a little spanky panky, and Lizzie is amenable. When he suggests hiring her again, she agrees, fully intending to let him in on the truth about her not really being an escort.<br />
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For his part, John is drawn to Lizzie. He suspects she is new to the escorting business, but her lack of experience turns him on even more. And when John Smith is turned on, sexy times ensue. These two don't just rock the headboard, they rock a bathroom stall. Amongst other locales.<br />
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Don't go looking for a lot of substance here. This book is what it is, and that's hot. HOT, I tell you. John and Lizzie know how to enjoy the carnality out of each other, and Portia Da Costa can write some hot headboard rocking, let me tell you.<br />
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This is the first in a series, and if the rest of them are this steamy, consider me sold.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-21334959874615634222013-09-28T12:09:00.001-04:002013-10-09T22:18:21.426-04:00Cartwheel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cartwheel</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Jennifer duBois</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Random House</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">384 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>fiction, mystery</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley and edelweiss for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4.5 / 5</span><br />
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Earlier this year, I read and loved (LOVED, I tell you) <i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8567293967296666791#editor/target=post;postID=7111558733852257308;onPublishedMenu=posts;onClosedMenu=posts;postNum=42;src=postname" target="_blank">Dangerous Girls</a></i>, which was sort of a mashup between the Amanda Knox and Natalee Holloway stories. Now comes <i>Cartwheel</i>, which so clearly takes inspiration from Amanda Knox's murder trial that the author wrote a disclaimer at the start of the novel.<br />
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After five weeks studying abroad in Argentina, Lily Hayes is quite certain that she and roommate Katy Kellers will never be besties. She's also certain that her host family hates her. What she isn't so sure about is how she feels about mysterious neighbor Sebastien Le Comte, whom she's dating and kind of likes, but whose eccentricities are more than she cares to withstand.<br />
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Another thing she knows is that she did not murder Katy Kellers.<br />
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Lily's family is also certain that she is not the murderer, as is Sebastien. The prosecutor, however, is very, very certain that she did.<br />
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Told from the perspectives of Lily, her professor father Andrew, her younger sister, Sebastien, and the prosecutor, Jennifer duBois expertly crafts a story that keeps us wondering if Lily might just be the killer. Her behavior is certainly Knoxian; she does a cartwheel shortly after discovering Katy's body, and she and Sebastien are seen on security footage purchasing condoms. Is that how a bereaved roommate would act? Lily herself is almost preternaturally unlikable. She is selfish, self-centered, flaky, and not nearly as intelligent as she thinks she is. She doesn't like Katy because the girl has perfect teeth and is "boring." She pursues Sebastien, albeit not terribly aggressively, but doesn't really care for him. But she is lost and fragile, and you find yourself reluctantly - VERY reluctantly - hoping she is innocent.<br />
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The likability factor of the characters in this book is fairly dim. Andrew wants to believe in his daughter, yet he doesn't seem to know how to parent her. He spares no times for younger daughter Anna and doesn't appear terribly guilty over it, and his relationship with his ex-wife is as seamless as he can make it. Anna seeks solace in running, the metaphor for which is plain. She wants to escape her family and her jailbird older sister, about whom her feelings are ambivalent at best. Anna would like to see Lily freed, even if she believes Lily has it in her to kill someone. Prosecutor Eduardo thinks himself an upright, ethical man, yet he relies too heavily on his instincts and too lightly on facts. He wants Lily found guilty, and when another character does not believe her to be so, Eduardo does not care. He thinks Lily did it, so it must be true.<br />
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Then there is Sebastien. I think we're supposed to pity him, an immensely wealthy orphan of two international assassins. (For reals.) But he's so weird and odd that we can't empathize with him. He rarely leaves his home, and when he develops feelings for one of the American students next door to him, we feel tremendous discomfort at watching him try to woo her. He does not think Lily is a murderer, and in his own awkward way he tries to help her. But his quirks are too extreme.<br />
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The thing is, this book is good. I hated having to put it down, and even if I didn't like the characters, I didn't want to stop reading about them. The ending comes in a rush, and that, in fact, is the only complaint I have. I couldn't figure out why duBois suddenly races through the conclusion after having unfolded her story with steady, sold pacing.<br />
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Read it. It's good storytelling.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-66652431723377014682013-09-28T11:24:00.003-04:002013-09-28T11:24:34.933-04:00Missing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Missing</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Noelle Adams</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">194 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>erotica</i></span><br />
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Sometimes you just want to have sex.<br />
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Hot, steamy, satisfying, rock that headboard into next week sex. No strings, no commitments. Just rock the headboard right through the wall.<br />
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Such is the case with Lynn and Nathan, two Washington, DC, denizens who meet every three months to scratch their collective itches. It's great. They enjoy satisfying each others' needs, and the fact that they enjoy an occasional chat or two makes it all the better.<br />
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But sometimes you want more than just sex. So what happens then?<br />
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In Lynn and Nathan's case, what happens is confusing and discombobulating.<br />
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Nathan has a daughter in college who ran away, so to say he is preoccupied with that is to minimize his pain and discomfort. He needs his time with Lynn, not just as a sexual release but for a few hours to forget his personal pain. While Lynn's life is less dramatic, she is just as uncertain and confused as Nathan. She senses she is developing stronger feelings for him than merely sexual, and that thought fills her with fear and dismay.<br />
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The sexy times are hot. These two know how to please each other and know what each other want and need. Sometimes several times a night ... wink wink. When their need for each other goes beyond once every three months, they need to figure out why. What is it that they truly want from each other?<br />
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The subplot with Nathan's daughter is predictable, but as a vehicle for progressing Nathan and Lynn's relationship, it works.<br />
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I enjoyed this book. If you are in the mood for some steamy headboard rockin' and likable characters, you will too.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-36680607114286245972013-09-28T11:02:00.000-04:002013-09-28T11:02:12.387-04:00A Little Too Far<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A Little Too Far</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Lisa Desrochers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by William Morrow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">336 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>romance; New Adult</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3.5 / 5</span><br />
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Have you ever read a book that doesn't quite know what it wants to be? Perhaps you've read a Hot Romance Novel that attempts to address an issue. Abuse, hubris, societal prejudice. And it does neither very well. Or perhaps you've read a book that addresses one of those issues but decides to throw in some slapstick comedy. You're left trying to figure out what you just read.<br />
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That, to some degree, is the problem with this book.<br />
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Oh, it's fun, and the sexy times are very hot. But right when it finds its groove, it veers off into another type of book.<br />
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The basic plot entails Lexie Banks, an intelligent and gorgeous college co-ed, jetting off to attend a year of college in Italy within hours of rocking the headboard with her irresistible stepbrother, who also happens to be her best friend and confidante. Lexie struggles with guilt. Well, she struggles to a degree. How can she truly regret the vigorous and glorious session of headboard rocking when she would really like to do it again?<br />
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Trying to help her understand her conflicting emotions is priest-in-training Alessandro, every bit as irresistible as Lexie's stepbrother.<br />
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And here is where Lisa Desrochers seems to lose the script she started out with. There are chuckle-out-loud comedic moments involving Lexie making a confession, and then there are the question-your-calling moments with Alessandro. Lexie being the super swell girl she is appears designated as Alessandro's mother confessor of sorts, and that navel gazing bogs down the story.<br />
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The good news is that the storyline with Lexie and her stepbrother is quite well done. We empathize with the two of them and the mess that their emotions cause. They are siblings, but not really siblings. They are best friends and soul mates, yet they also share parents. They love each other, as siblings and lovers. Desrochers presents these complications truthfully and unflinchingly, respecting her characters and asking that we do as well.<br />
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Unfortunately, however, there is the secondary storyline. I liked that Alessandro questioned his clerical path; Desrochers unfolded his questioning in a natural, almost organic way. I suppose it is intended as a parallel storyline, with a character second-guessing something he's always assumed to be true. Much like Lexie questioning the platonic nature of her relationship with her stepbrother, Alessandro questions his with the priesthood. But then we wind up in a sort of comedic no man's land, with Lexie bumbling through Rome like a Keystone Cop.<br />
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Despite the occasional veering away, though, this is a fun book to read. Lexie is annoying and frustrating, but we like her. We want her to figure out her feelings and find peace in her life.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-50681765737316590012013-09-17T01:00:00.000-04:002013-09-17T01:00:08.968-04:00My Own Mr. Darcy Blog Tour<a href="http://www.iamareader.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/My-Own-Tour.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="My Own Tour" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-20483" height="133" src="http://www.iamareader.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/My-Own-Tour-300x199.jpg" width="200" /></a>
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After being dragged to the 2005 movie Pride and Prejudice by her mother, sixteen-year-old Elizabeth’s life changes when Matthew Macfadyen’s Mr. Darcy appears on the screen. Lizzie falls hard and makes a promise to herself that she will settle for nothing less than her own Mr. Darcy. This ill-advised pledge threatens to ruin any chance of finding true love. During the six intervening years, she has refused to give any interested suitors a chance. They weren’t Mr. Darcy enough.
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I am an unrepentant lover of all things Jane Austen, with special emphasis on all things Mr. Darcy. Unlike the Elizabeth of this book, however, my preference lies nearly completely with Colin Firth's Darcy, although I wouldn't <i>necessarily </i>turn down Macfadyen's.<br />
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This is what I'd call a Cute Romance Novel, emphasis on cute. Lizzie is utterly adorable, largely because she trenchantly is who she is. She will not change or adjust for anyone, not even if it's to her benefit to do so. She believes she will meet and marry a Macfadyen-like Darcy, and she will not be deterred.<br />
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We all know that Chip is perfect for her. We also know that Mr. Dawson is not, although to Karey White's credit, she crafts both men with pluses and minuses. At some points in the book, we even find ourselves sort of hoping that Mr. Dawson becomes Lizzie's Mr. Darcy. Still, though, like Lizzie, we are torn. Chip is a good guy; he's devoted and kind and loyal and a heck of a kisser. Dawson, meanwhile, shows us that underneath his imperious exterior, he's a man hoping to connect with a woman. He occasionally lets us see the cracks in his facade, that there is a warm, loving, lovable man in there somewhere.<br />
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As Lizzie struggles with her heart, she also has to battle a Miss Bingley-esque character, although thank goodness there are no Wickhams. In fact, it could be argued that Lizzie's determination to have her Darcy is the Wickham in this book.<br />
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If you enjoy sweet, cute romances, you will love this one. You'll love it even more if you're a Darcy girl.<br />
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Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist.
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Covet</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Tracey Garvis Graves</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Penguin Group / Dutton Adult</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">326 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>women's literature</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 / 5</span><br />
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When I read <i><a href="http://cupcakeonbooks.blogspot.com/2012/06/on-island.html" target="_blank">On the Island</a></i>, I fell in love with the way Tracy Garvis Graves writes. So I have been waiting to read her next endeavor, hoping that she would not suffer a sophomore slump.<br />
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Crisis averted.<br />
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While <i>Covet </i>may not have the depth and emotional appeal of <i>On the Island</i>, it nonetheless is an interesting, engrossing read.<br />
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It cannot be easy to write about the economy, if for no other reason than "economic downtown" and "riveting reading" seem somewhat like an oxymoron. But Graves does just that. Chris Canton lost his job over a year ago, and it took him twelve months to find a new one. During that time, his marriage to Claire suffered, despite their love for each other and the love they share for their children. Chris did what husbands do: he retreated, his focus solely on getting a job. Claire, meanwhile, was expected to maintain the family and the marriage, all by herself.<br />
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When we meet them, Chris has been with his new job for several months. It requires near constant travel from him, which leaves Claire not just emotionally alone but physically as well. When she is pulled over for a busted tail light and has an immediate attraction to the hot cop about to ticket her, we sympathize. She receives no affection from her husband, so of course she is wanting.<br />
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As Claire's friendship with Daniel Rush, the hot cop, takes off, her marriage remains stagnant. We know Chris loves her and misses her, and we know that he wants to reestablish their marriage, but he has no idea how lonely she is. Daniel, for his part, is viscerally attracted to Claire. Not only does she resemble his ex-wife, she also is interesting and comforting. He likes her, and she begins to like him. But Claire can't have both men. At some point, she will need to choose.<br />
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Graves peppers her story with minor characters whose lives are as fractured as Chris and Claire's. Two sets of neighbors are threatened by addiction, and a third struggles with infertility. When you are under assault by a fragile economy, you seek control and comfort over something, whether booze or pregnancy or a new friendship.<br />
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One of the better things Graves accomplishes here is that she makes us sympathize with Claire, Chris, and Daniel. We find ourselves wishing that all three will be happy, even that Claire will find a way to be with both. Daniel is a good guy; he gives Claire what she needs at a time when she is desperate to have it. He behaves with dignity and class. Chris, too, is a good man. His heartbreak over being away from his family is real and evident, even if he mistakenly attempts to shoulder more of the stress than he should. As for Claire, we do not want her to lead Daniel on, nor do we want her to be unfaithful to Chris. That Graves could so wonderfully craft characters that leave us trapped in this paradox is admirable.<br />
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For all of that, though, there are issues. The friends are somewhat too cookie cutter-ish, and for all of the time we spend with them, we need more from them. The ending is a bit too neat, although I am grateful to not be left frustrated.<br />
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Read, enjoy, and revel in Tracy Garvis Graves' ability to write a good story.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-52994669359308381112013-09-15T17:35:00.002-04:002013-09-15T17:36:58.967-04:00The Reunion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The Reunion</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Amy Silver</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Random House U.K. / Cornerstone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>literature</i></span><br />
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There is nothing about this book that I did not love.<br />
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Well, that's not entirely true. A couple of the characters do things that I don't like all that much, but I understand why they act as they do. Yes, I wish they didn't, although the "why" behind their actions makes sense.<br />
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I loved this book. Loved, loved, loved.<br />
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The premise is not unfamiliar: one character gathers a group of friends to say farewell. In this case, the gatherer is Jen, who is selling what she and her friends call the French house. It was the scene of some of their happier moments together, yet returning there is bittersweet. Jen's boyfriend and fellow member of the tribe of friends, Conor, is dead, and we quickly discover that the events surrounding his death remain somewhat mysterious. All of the friends were there when it happened, and one of them is directly responsible.<br />
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Returning to the French house are Lilah, the broken member of the group who also brings her boyfriend Zac; Andrew and Natalie, a couple whose marriage appears to be splintering, and Dan, Conor's best friend. As the story unfolds, we learn that there are different connecting relationships between these people; some are still in love with others, while some no longer love others. We see the events through each of their perspectives, as each reveals not only how they feel about the others but also their roles in Conor's death. At various times, we may favor one character over another, our sympathies sliding from one to the next. That we never fully side with one is a sign of how well this book is written.<br />
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The mystery surrounding Conor's death is answered in its own time, much like Jen and her friends' grief must unfold and heal in its. Each must come to terms with Conor's death and how it has affected their lives. In some cases, those effects may not even be realized until the French house weaves its magic. These are flawed people, and those flaws are what make us care about them. When Jen spots blood on the stone steps before her friends arrive, it is symbolic of what will happen between them all while they are there, both in terms of pain and kinship.<br />
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This book will cast a spell on you, and you will not be able to put it down. It is absolutely lovely.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-37058618497712803382013-09-15T17:07:00.004-04:002013-09-15T17:14:03.405-04:00All He Wants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">All He Wants (Book One of the All or Nothing Trilogy)</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by C. C. Gibbs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Forever / Hachette Book Group</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">376 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>erotica</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4.5 / 5</span><br />
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First of all, don't buy into any comparisons between this book and those <i>Fifty Shades</i> creatures. It's better written, with far more entertaining characters. Okay, yes, I like Christian Grey, bless his tortured soul. But are those books well written? Seriously? Let me bite my lip, roll my eyes, and consult my inner goddess while I ponder that.<br />
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This is the first of a three-part series (for those of you in the UK, books one and two have been published under different names - <i>Knight's Mistress</i> and <i>Knight's Game</i>), and I cannot wait for the second one. Like, for reals. Please, CC Gibbs. Help a sister out.<br />
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Here is why I liked this book soooo much: the dialogue.<br />
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Yes, I know. I'm not one to choose dialogue over hot headboard rockin' (and let me assure you, there is some hot headboard rockin' going on here), but the dialogue hooked me in and kept me turning the pages. Interesting dialogue comes from interesting characters, and both are indicative of interesting writing.<br />
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The basic storyline features Dominic Knight, a self-made billionaire whose company is under some sort of cyber sabotage. His right-hand man hires Kate Hart, fresh from college, to suss out the malefactor. Dominic immediately is drawn to her, even if he can't quite figure out why. For her part, Kate is attracted to him, but the stories of his professional and personal acquisitions leaves her quite wary. The fact that his adored wife died suddenly several years earlier only increases Kate's resistance. She refuses to allow Dominic's company to hire her, but she does agree to work for him on a project. Or two or three ...<br />
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Work turns to romance when Dominic asks Kate to stay with him in Hong Kong for one week. He's convinced he can change her mind about working for his company, and she is convinced she can say no. And here is where the hot sexy times come in. Strap on your vibrators, girls, because those scenes are deliciously written. Dominic is turned on by dominating (GET IT? DOMinic? DOMinate?), but Kate is reluctant to submit. In fact, those scenes are fairly tame compared to what you read in Sylvia Day'<i>s </i>Crossfire series. The vanilla scenes actually are more explicit.<br />
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But the dialogue. Oh, kids, the dialogue. Dominic and Kate actually talk to each other. They verbally spar, as each tries to understand what makes the other tick. They bait each other, refute each other, and challenge each other. Their conversations are a lot of fun to read, and because they are so conversationally compatible, it only heightens those scenes in which they rock the headboard.<br />
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I liked this book a whole lot. And like I said, let's hurry along the next one, CC Gibbs.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-8471341722680718922013-09-15T16:47:00.002-04:002013-09-15T16:47:13.349-04:00Off topic: what the hell, Blogger?So I'm one of the hosts for the <i>Wait for You </i>blog tour. I wrote up my review last week and scheduled it to get posted this morning at midnight.<br />
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Do you think Blogger posted it? Do you think that calendar scheduler thingy did its job?<br />
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NO, it did not.<br />
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I am not amused.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-77272871462366018152013-09-15T00:00:00.000-04:002013-09-15T16:26:30.238-04:00Review and Blog Tour: Wait for You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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by J. Lynn<br />
Published by William Morrow<br />
384 pages<br />
Genre: <i>Young Adult</i><br />
Thanks to TLC Tours for the preview<i> </i><br />
4 / 5<br />
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At the risk of repeating myself, yet again, I enjoy YA lit. And NA lit too, for that matter. I think both get a bad rap and that people tend to assume all YA books are <i>Twilight</i> all over again. We fans know how mistaken they are.<br />
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That isn't to say that YA and NA are bereft of crap; like all of literature, there is garbage out there. Poorly written, dull, uninspiring.<br />
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And then you get something like <i>Wait for You</i>, and you realize that all of your YA/NA praise is spot on.<br />
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I enjoyed this book so much.<br />
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The story is fairly basic: Avery has escaped her stifling, rumor-ridden Texas hometown and decamped to college in a small West Virginia town. Out of sight does not necessarily lead to out of mind, however; Avery may be attempting to run away from a catastrophic incident in her past, but she won't get very far. Before too long, she begins receiving - actually, she continues to receive, as she has been getting them for some time - threatening emails and phone calls.<br />
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Like a lot of college kids, Avery reacts by hoping she can ignore the potential danger. One very hot distraction lives right across the hall: Cam Hamilton. Even the name sounds like College Stud material, doesn't it? And Cam surely is. He is drawn to Avery, perhaps because she's the first person to dismiss and reject him. The two dance around each other, although we readers know that there is no real mystery here. Cam and Avery belong together. They even share having survived past traumas, albeit in quite different ways. As Avery begins to open herself up to Cam, though, she first needs to face what happened to her in Texas.<br />
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The characters are lovingly drawn. Avery is someone we feel we know. She makes foolish mistakes, she suffers from that sort of collegiate sense of superiority, and she is awkward and insecure. She understands herself enough to recognize when she is irrationally jealous, just as she knows when she behaves childishly. But we forgive her, and we continue to side with her, because we empathize with her. She went through something terrible, she survived, and she is desperate to regain control over her life.<br />
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Cam, too, is real to us. He's gorgeous and popular and everyone loves him, but he's also sad and somewhat tortured. He sees something in Avery, something that pulls him to her. He knows how to translate her and make sense of her. He knows she's worth the frustration ... to a point, anyway. And when that point comes, he reacts in a way we accept and support.<br />
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If the secondary characters are not as fully developed, that's okay, and it does not diminish how enjoyable the novel is. Avery's parents are straight out of Central Casting for Distant and Removed, and her friends could show up in any novel we read. Avery and Cam, though, are rich and fully realized. Their story keeps us reading and engages us.<br />
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You should know that some hot headboard rockin' goes on in this book. While not wildly explicit, sex dos occur. If it weren't for the sexy times, this would be classic YA. But those scenes - which are pretty hot, I've got to tell you - make it more NA. <br />
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For more information about J. Lynn, check out her <a href="http://www.jenniferarmentrout.com/" target="_blank">website</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/JenniferLArmentrout" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>, and <a href="https://twitter.com/jlarmentrout" target="_blank">Twitter</a>. Better yet, pick up a copy of this book. You will not be disappointed. <br />
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<br />cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-44845933301749590222013-09-02T15:01:00.003-04:002013-09-02T15:01:55.994-04:00This is W.A.R.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This is W.A.R.</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Lisa Roecker and Laura Roecker</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Soho Press</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">289 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>young adult</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 / 5</span><br />
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When Willa Ames-Rowan (the W.A.R. in question) dies in Hawthorne Lake and James Gregory survives, albeit soaked, Willa's friends and fellow townspeople arrive at one conclusion: James killed her.<br />
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Four of Willa's friends band together to declare war on the Gregory family and determine to seek justice for Willa. It isn't so much that James and his twin brother Trip act entitled, it's that they <i>are </i>entitled, and the town allows it. Their grandfather, Captain, controls everything, but the girls are undeterred. James and his family will pay, and that's all there is to it.<br />
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Except, of course, nothing is all that simple.<br />
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Each of the girls harbors her own reason for being a part of the war tribunal, and each feels she bears some of the guilt for Willa's death. As we learn their stories, we also learn what they were up to the night Willa died. The one head we don't get into is James's, but it isn't really necessary. We learn about him through others and through what we see and hear him do.<br />
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While there is a mystery surrounding Willa's death, the particulars of it soon are apparent. That's not why we enjoy this book, though. We like it because it's well written, the characters are interesting, and we want to know if justice actually happens.<br />
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More than simply a YA story, this is also a look at class consciousness. Most of the action takes place at the Club, where you're either in or you want to be. The help factors so little in the lives of the members that they don't bother to edit themselves when maids or bus boys are nearby. Some of the little people exact their own brand of revenge. (One of the workers is underwritten, which is unfortunate; her perspective would have been interesting.) Even the haves can't have enough, which renders quite a few of them rabidly jealous of the Gregorys.<br />
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This is also the story of a friendship between four very different teenage girls. There is distrust between them, but at the same time, they are on each other's sides. I liked that aspect quite a bit and appreciated that the writers didn't go for cookie cutter characters.<br />
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An enjoyable, fast-paced read.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-26388455129021519872013-09-02T14:26:00.001-04:002013-09-02T14:26:40.558-04:00Love Struck<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6HyqvxqO6nuacA5JoglalRpXkcT2QCbPxzSND1M07gQ69YM6s1Er4Eyt9tW-xFfx3tsNM-5P71Pm3bBTWra98zqwnJuVsIvXwR4KaFuotebx0BSnS0iXcF9QOJzJSc_bHE0iVPN1as5DW/s1600/love+struck.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6HyqvxqO6nuacA5JoglalRpXkcT2QCbPxzSND1M07gQ69YM6s1Er4Eyt9tW-xFfx3tsNM-5P71Pm3bBTWra98zqwnJuVsIvXwR4KaFuotebx0BSnS0iXcF9QOJzJSc_bHE0iVPN1as5DW/s200/love+struck.png" width="128" /></a><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Love Struck</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Chantel Guertin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">280 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>chick lit</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3 / 5</span><br />
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On the day that Poppy Ross discovers that her husband Parker is having an affair, she is informed that she must get to the hospital: Parker has been struck by lightning. The good news? He has no memory of the previous three months. Those three months include the time he spent in his affair.<br />
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So Poppy is on the horns of a dilemma: tell Parker what she knows, resolve to forgive and forget and renew her attentions to her marriage, or try to make over herself into the image of Parker's side piece.<br />
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Poppy of course chooses Door Number Three.<br />
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And here is where she becomes a somewhat unlikable character. Her decisions are so half-assed that you find yourself getting angry with her. When we're supposed to be on her side, we actually begin to think she's nuts and not worth our time.<br />
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Yet if she fessed up and bared her sins to Parker, she risks sending him back to his other woman. That motivation we can understand. She loves him, as she tells us several times. We may not see much evidence of it - she seems to spurn his attentions at nearly every opportunity - but she says she does, and we have to believe her.<br />
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I wasn't always sure what book Chantel Guertin was writing here. I had the same problem with her previous novel, <i>Stuck in Downward Dog</i>, which I did not enjoy at all. Is this a romance? A comedy? A searing examination of what women will do when they are desperate to keep a man?<br />
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The problem is that the book reads as all the above, never quite certain which it wants to be. Poppy is entertaining, if not completely enjoyable. Parker comes across as somewhat daft, but I liked him. Half the time I couldn't blame him for seeking out the companionship of another woman. In fact, Poppy herself acknowledges the cracks in her marriage, yet she does absolutely nothing to rectify them. If anything, she continues to perpetuate them.<br />
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Despite all of that, the book is not terrible (unlike <i>Stuck in Downward Dog</i>). You find yourself invested in the characters, somewhat against your will, and you want them to be okay. Happy and okay.<br />
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But with a premise like this one has, the book could have been much better.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-4890297491967968812013-09-02T14:06:00.001-04:002013-09-02T14:06:08.201-04:00Stuck in Downward Dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Stuck in Downward Dog</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Chantel Guertin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by ECW Press / Key Porter Books</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">272 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>chick lit (I guess)</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1 / 5</span><br />
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I wasn't sure whether to post this review or not, because I do respect writers and am aware that it is tremendously challenging to write a novel.<br />
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But sometimes, kids, books just aren't that good.<br />
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Mara just got dumped by her boyfriend, has a job she hates, friends she doesn't particularly seem to enjoy all that much, and a life that is in a deep, deep rut. Thank goodness for yoga, which is the only positive thing she has going on.<br />
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And there you have it: the sum total of this novel.<br />
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Sure, there is some social commentary about plastic surgery and cosmetics. And social climbing. And societal notions about what women should be doing with their lives. But as far as a real story is concerned? I couldn't find one. It's more of a stringing together of events than anything else.<br />
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Oh, and romance? There is NONE. Not even the hint of one. The ex-boyfriend? Mara doesn't seem too bummed that he's out of the picture. In fact, her lack of reaction beyond the surface leads us to believe that she never cared all that much for him in the first place.<br />
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Her so-called friends are horrific. One gets married and fails to ask Mara to be a part of the festivities, and the other is shallow and critical. Between them and the boyfriend, you wonder if Mara is a poor judge of character. Or, worse, if she draws all this negativity toward her.<br />
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The only reason I finished this thing was because I was convinced it would get better.<br />
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I was wrong.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-26625017873626846742013-09-02T13:41:00.000-04:002013-09-02T13:41:09.941-04:00Adam's Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Adam's Boys</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Anna Clifton</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Harlequin Australia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">157 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>romance; chick lit</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2.5 / 5</span><br />
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Okay, so. This book. It's cute, it's entertaining, it's sweet. But it's missing something, perhaps a couple of somethings.<br />
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Abbie and Adam had a three-week fling four years ago, fresh on the heels of the death from cancer of Adam's beloved wife. Adam credits his time with Abbie for giving him the emotional strength he needed to return home to England from Australia and be a father to his new son.<br />
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But now, four years later, it appears that Adam has more than one son. When Adam and his older boy return to Australia, he is in for a bit of a shocker: Abbie is his baby mama, and they share a son.<br />
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This being a romance novel, you know that nothing will be resolved quickly. Our happy couple has to deal with Issues in their lives, both involving their respective families. And that's not all. Adam is irked that Abbie kept his second son a secret, and Abbie is hurt that Adam didn't return to her as he promised.<br />
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So with all of this drama, why isn't there more tension? It's as if the outcome is a given from the first page, and all the words in between are just words.<br />
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That isn't to say that this is not a sweet little book. It is. Abbie and Adam are enjoyable - Adam more so, because Abbie does some dumb stuff - and the little boys are adorable. Perhaps it's the slim length of the story; maybe that's why it feels so slight. I'm not sure. But just when the conflict and drama would start to get interesting, it would get resolved.<br />
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And don't go looking for hot sexy times, because there is not one bit to be found. None. Nada.<br />
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Maybe that's the problem? Maybe what heat is lacking in the story could have been made up for with some headboard rockin'?<br />
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This is a good choice for those of you who prefer your romance chaste, clean, and nice.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-69789680809999563052013-09-02T13:22:00.000-04:002013-09-02T13:22:14.568-04:00Plus One is a Lucky Number<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Plus One is a Lucky Number</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Teresa F. Morgan</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by HarperCollins U.K., Harper Impulse</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>romance; chick lit</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3.5./ 5</span><br />
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Weddings bring out the best or worst in people. There really is no in between. You either are impressed by someone or completely turned off.<br />
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Even more insufferable are those occasions when you are a guest at a wedding - a solo guest. You know that "plus one" on the invitation? Isn't it far more comforting and satisfying to pen in the name of your plus one than it is to leave it blank?<br />
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Sophie agrees. When invited to her cousin's wedding, Sophie dreads returning home single, without a plus one. So she checks the box and hopes for the best. With just a few days to go, however, Sophie realizes she either needs a miracle or needs to not show up.<br />
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Fortunately, the former obliges in the comely form of Adam, a coworker who also happens to be quite the heartbreaker.<br />
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Adam agrees to accompany Sophie not out of any great kinship or kindness but rather because he's guilted into it by a mutual friend of theirs. He hardly knows Sophie, and even though it turns out that the low key look she sports at work does not reflect the gorgeous woman she is, Adam nonetheless is a little nervous. The more time he spends with her, the more he likes her. The same goes for Sophie, who's heard the rumors about Adam. But he's nice to her, he plays the game in front of her friends and family, and on those occasions he "has" to kiss her? Those are quite, quite nice.<br />
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Adam and Sophie are far more alike than they would care to admit. Both of them are focused on work, both move about life avoiding romantic entanglements, and both protect their hearts. Which means they clearly are made for each other.<br />
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You can tell that this is one of those Cute Romance Novels, can't you? It's all cute, from Sophie to Adam to their families and friends. They're both so darn likable that you almost need an insulin shot. In fact, that's perhaps my biggest complaint: I needed a little something to cut the sugar, and by "a little something," I mean a hot sex scene.<br />
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For a while there, it looks like you're going to get one. Or more. But just as the action heats up, there is either coitus interruptus or the curtain comes down.<br />
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Still, for all its predictability and cuteness overload, it's a fun, quick read.<br />
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Just don't expect anything hot.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-60766304036530179592013-08-25T18:56:00.002-04:002013-08-25T18:56:40.135-04:00Equililbrium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Equilibrium</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Lorrie Thomsen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Kensington</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">336 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>women's fiction</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 / 5</span><br />
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Laura Klein is two-for-three when it comes to saving her husband's life. That one time she missed, things didn't turn out so well.<br />
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Now it's a year later, and Laura is adjusting to widowhood and being a single mother to her teenage children. She struggles with missing Jack; sometimes she aches for him, and sometimes she feels pure rage. He was bipolar and didn't take his meds regularly. He made Laura do everything, including keep him alive. He was selfish, and Laura can't quite bring herself to admit that.<br />
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Her fifteen-year-old daughter Darcy is also struggling. Darcy was a Daddy's Girl, and while she doesn't quite blame Laura for Jack's death, she also doesn't forgive her, either. She wants him back, despite him clearly being selfish with her as well. She is a girl in a tremendous amount of pain and grief.<br />
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Troy, the thirteen-year-old son whom Jack left behind, chooses to mourn by not remembering anything good about his father. As we discover, Troy didn't have many happy memories. Jack was not a particularly good father to his son; he seemed to parse out what decent parenting he did to Darcy alone.<br />
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Into the Kleins' lives come two men who will change everything.<br />
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The first is Nick, Darcy's ne'er-do-well boyfriend. Nick has his own issues, including an abusive father. That he loves Darcy is not under question. He does. He even takes care of her in his own way. But as each character - Darcy's friends and her mother - warn her about him, Darcy digs her heels in every deeper. They don't know the Troy whom Darcy knows.<br />
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Then there is Aidan, an emergency room doctor in his late twenties, who rents out Jack's old writing studio. Aidan is described as movie star hot, and we know it's only a matter of time until he and Laura discover each other.<br />
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Nick and Aidan shake up the Kleins. Nick both protects and threatens Darcy, as Aidan does Laura. The danger Nick poses, however, is far greater than Aidan. He could break Darcy's heart - or worse. Aidan, on the other hand, could be proof that Jack was not a good man, that he was cruel and selfish and weak. Nick's threat is primarily physical; Aidan's emotional.<br />
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Lorrie Thomson tells her story from Laura's and Darcy's points of view. We feel Laura's frustration at not being able to help Darcy, just as we feel Darcy's toward her mother. We remember what it was like to be fifteen and in love for the first time, and we experience Laura's sadness, confusion, and hopefulness.<br />
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Thomson's writing is not always clear or fluid, but she tells a strong tale. She makes us care about Laura, Darcy, and Troy, and she does a fantastic job representing the conflicting feelings that families of those who commit suicide.<br />
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A solid debut from Lorrie Thomsen.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-72233874454409554672013-08-25T18:29:00.000-04:002013-08-25T18:29:41.277-04:00First Affair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The First Affair</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Atria Books</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">256 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>women's literature</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to edelweiss for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">5 / 5</span><br />
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Do you ever wonder about the women involved in sex scandals? Do you want to ask them, "What the hell were you thinking?" Do you shake your head in disgust? Blame them? Salute them? Pity them?<br />
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I'll admit that I was fascinated by Monica Lewinsky. I didn't find Bill Clinton to be particularly good looking, and certainly not hot, but power is the ultimate aphrodisiac (thank you, Henry Kissinger, for giving voice to that), so who knows? Perhaps if I worked with him, I would have been more open to him, sexually speaking. Or any sort of speaking. Lewinsky was young, and when I was in my early twenties, my taste in men was ridiculous.<br />
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And so we come to <i>First Affair</i>, which tells the story of a young college graduate's White House internship and the close - I do mean close - proximity in which she finds herself with the President of the United States.<br />
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Jamie McAllister is fresh out of college and watching all of the money that went to her degree appear to be worthless. She got an internship at the White House and is singularly unimpressed. Internships don't pay for student loans. Thanks to the kindness of a friend, she's able to live rent free ... for now, anyway. But she is restless and wants a real, paying job.<br />
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As for President Rutland (I'm sure the "rut" part of his name is not an accidental choice on the part of the authors), he of the taint of rumors regarding a previous pass made at a young woman, Jamie has little to no contact with him. Until, that is, a chance meeting in the hallway. Their paths cross, and then they cross again. And then they cross with a little more passion.<br />
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Jamie's affair resembles Lewinsky's in many ways: the physical natures are quite similar, and the scandal surrounding it erupts with the same feral ferocity. Jamie is, remember, young. She is impressionable. She does not have the benefit of much life experience, and her decisions reflect that. She does not know, for instance, how to choose her friends or how to know whom she can trust. Can she trust Rutland? Herself?<br />
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The romance - and it is a romance - is fascinating. We know why Jamie is attracted to Rutland, and we come to learn why he is attracted to her. What we don't know is why he risked so much (the affair takes place during an election cycle) to be with her. We can guess, based on what we know of other powerful men brought down by their dangly bits. Perhaps he felt untouchable (no pun intended). Perhaps it is as simple as hubris. Or maybe Rutland's passion for Jamie was so intense that the threat of scandal and ruin just did not matter.<br />
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There is quite a bit of intrigue going on here as well. Jamie gets betrayed, and betrayed again. She comes to question her character judgments, and rightfully so. She is hopelessly naive, but that's what makes her so believable as a character. What twenty-two-year-old woman in love with an older man (or any age man, for that matter) manages to think straight? She believes in him and she trusts him. She cannot conceive of him ever abandoning her or betraying her.<br />
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Yes, there is the matter of Mrs. Rutland. We don't find out much about her, but there is a photograph of her with her husband that piques Jamie's guilt. Jamie is very much aware that Rutland has a wife, and, like most of us would, she justifies her relationship with him. She occasionally allows reality to creep in, but she refuses to let it take root.<br />
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Jamie is wonderfully written. She exasperates us and frustrates us, yet she makes us care about her. There were times while reading this that I hoped she and Rutland could be together and be happy. Like Jamie, I didn't want to face reality.<br />
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I am a fan of McLaughlin and Kraus, having enjoyed <i>Between You and Me</i> a great deal. I enjoyed this book as well, and I had a difficult time letting go of it when I finished. I may not have always liked Jamie, and I may not have always agreed with her decisions, but I was on her side.<br />
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She made me more empathetic to the Monica Lewinskys of the world.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-5722917578372291602013-08-25T14:23:00.001-04:002013-08-25T14:23:15.385-04:00One Night in the Spa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">One Night in the Spa</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by Kathy Lyons</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Entangled</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">77 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>romance</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">3 / 5</span><br />
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The title is a dead giveaway, isn't it? <i>Pride and Prejudice </i>this is not. Nor is it <i>Gone Girl</i>, <i>The Husband's Secret</i>, or <i>Dangerous Girls</i>. This, my friends, is pure entertainment.<br />
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Kim is a former professional squash player, forced to retire due to injury. She works at a fitness gym, and David, the spa's manager, offers to give her a stress reducing massage. In the spa. One night.<br />
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David, you see, doesn't want to be relegated to the friend zone for one more moment, so he plans to let Kim know that he's interested in more than something platonic. She, meanwhile, is in a delayed onslaught of puberty and finds herself all horned up in general, toward David specifically.<br />
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There is some sort of corporate mumbo jumbo going on regarding ownership of the spa, but who cares about that? You want to know about the one night! In a spa!<br />
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Let's just say that it could be hotter.<br />
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I'm sure Kim enjoyed it.<br />
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But I wanted more.<br />
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We learn a lot about Kim's backstory, but not as much about David's. Like I said ... I wanted more. It's as if you're getting half a massage, so to speak.<br />
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Sometimes you need something utterly fun and forgettable to read, and for those moments, this is as good a pick as any, I guess.<br />
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I just wish there had been more.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567293967296666791.post-20032806959808541042013-08-25T14:07:00.003-04:002013-08-25T14:07:32.819-04:00Hung Parliament<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Hung Parliament</span></i></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">by S. A. Gordon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published by Momentum</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">154 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: <i>erotic fiction</i> (is there such a thing?)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks to NetGalley for the preview</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">4 / 5</span><br />
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Something I learned from this book: Australian politicians like them some SEX. And lots of it. Preferably with someone other than their spouse or significant other.<br />
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Rock on, Australia. You folks take that whole "down under" thing pretty seriously, don't you?<br />
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So we have two opposing party leaders having an affair, two high ranking government officials having an affair, a reporter who had an affair with at least two of the aforementioned individuals, and a whole lot of other sex. And, oh yeah, some political intrigue. Those two opposing party leaders are about to run against each other for Prime Minister of the country. Each has been up to some shady dealings, and neither, quite frankly, deserves to win.<br />
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So who will? And how?<br />
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Interspersed between all the sex is an actual plot entailing political corruption the likes of which we Americans thought we had exclusive rights to. It takes a while, but you do find two reasonably decent politicians; their outcome leads you to believe that true love and politics are not meant to go hand-in-hand. Or naughty bit in naughty bit.<br />
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The problem with this book is that its ending is akin to a case of blue balls. There is a frenzy and passion and dirtiness and near evil, and we want a payoff! We want the bad guys to suffer! I mean REALLY SUFFER. If they don't deserve to win, then they shouldn't win, right?<br />
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Ah, but then it wouldn't be politics.<br />
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If you find yourself frustrated by the end of this salacious little nugget, you aren't alone.<br />
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Strange bedfellows indeed.cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01116838567343233668noreply@blogger.com0